THE ENCHANTED HAT
No man would write such a thing for the fun of it.
"I'm sorry," said I awkwardly. "I thought I was doing right. Indeed, I really thought so."
"And I thank you. You will admit that some of my suspicions were excusable. To whom am I indebted?"—graciously. In this mood she was charming.
I told her my name.
She looked puzzled, and finally shook her head.
"It has a familiar sound, but I can not place it."
"There goes the bell," I exclaimed. "It's the police,—come for the lunatic!"
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